The little man turned away with a scowl. "I shall defend myself from your insinuations," he said, in a stifled voice, "if you suspect me, say so."
"Suspect you of what?" asked Fanks, innocently; "you speak in riddles."
Turnor pointed to the woman lying on the bed. "Perhaps Mrs. Boazoph can solve them," he said.
"Perhaps she can," retorted Fanks, with equal coolness; "and I trust it will not be to your disadvantage when the answers come."
"I can look after myself, Mr. Fanks," said Turnor, and left the room without the detective making any effort to detain him.
Fanks was suspicious of Turnor, from his connection with the so-called Renshaw; and this conversation went a long way towards confirming these suspicions. However, as he wished to go to Mere Hall and follow up the Binjoy clue, he had no time to attend to the Turnor matter. Nevertheless, on leaving Tooley's Alley he sought out Crate, and instructed him to look after the doctor.
"Find out his financial position," said Fanks; "what kind of practice he has, how he lives, what kind of character he bears, and all about him."
"Very well, Mr. Fanks." said Crate, noting the instructions down, "and what about Mrs. Boazoph?"
"Keep an eye on her, and should she recover so far as to see Mr. Hersham or to journey to Taxton-on-Thames, let me know. You can write or wire me at the Pretty Maid Inn, Damington."
"That's near Mere Hall, ain't it, sir?"